A tinny refrain of “G-L-O-R-I-A” fills the room, while a punk rock princess brandishes her curling iron like a red-hot microphone. Spritzing Fracas like it were the sweat of Tom Verlaine and letting it hold her in a dizzy cloud. She posts Polaroids for inspiration, hopes to become inspiration. To become a woman of verse, the girl in the dream.
This is my studio for exploring my work. Consider these drafts.